Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Picking Battles
She comes into the house all excited with a bag from her favorite store. "Mom, look at what I got!", she exclaims. She pulls out a very cute black and lace cami that is way to old looking for her. She runs to her room to try it on. Out she comes looking so pretty. Even though she doesn't have quite enough to fill it out, it fits her snuggly and she looks like a beautiful young lady. This isn't the first time she has had the taste of a 25 year old. Most of her clothing now is very low waisted and so tight they look like they were painted on. She hates to shop the "girl's section" for a bra but isn't quite big enough for the missy versions. She's growing up! And I hate it. I could be like my mother used to be..."No, you are not going to where that hippie clothing! Go buy a baseball shirt! If I'm paying for it you are damned well going to wear what I want you to wear!" No! I choose to pick my battles with her. She is only experimenting with self expression. She couldn't care less that she isn't as well endowed as her friends...she thinks she is beautiful just the way she is. She is trying to find what makes her feel good about herself. So...I will not squirm when she wears the stuff you see at the local tavern...I'll just be thankful that she is full of self confidence and maturity at her young age. What will the next battle be? And will I have the calmness to deal with it without alienating her? Only time will tell...and only God knows what battles I should choose to fight about...
